I fake a horrifying look at David's threat as he walks past me in the hall with self-satisfaction. Just as he turns his head away from me, I hook my big toe around his ankle and trip him. He's so uncoordinated that he goes all the way down and lands on his face. I squat down over him and pin him to the ground with my forearm. He doesn't even struggle because he knows there's no way he can wiggle out of my hold.

"All right, you little fuck . I'm pleased to hear that you have a hobby, but I think your direction is misguided. You need to find something to do that you enjoy and you're good at. Stalking me and watching me become more awesome doesn't seem like something that you'd enjoy too much." I press down on his back with my forearm and squeeze some breath out of him. "If there's anything I can do to help, let me know. Right now, I'm still on your side, dude... but don't do anything to FUCKING PISS ME OFF ." I spray him with my spit on the side of his face with my last few words. "Do you understand?"

"Sleep tight, buddy," I pinch his cheek and let him up. I don't look back at him as I head into the bathroom. I hope that dissuaded him from his plan. I sure don't need anyone poking into my business these days.

I look at myself in the mirror. I'd better start a beauty ritual now that I'm going to be so close to someone. Hmmm... first of all, I have to make sure I have no zits. Luke has never had a zit in his life, that lucky jerk. I need to be extra careful. I don't usually have a problem unless I don't wash myself after workouts. Sweat will plug up my pores more than anything else... and I'm going to be doing a lot more sweating than normal. I have to make showers a priority. Plus, I just learned how fun a shower could be. I wash my face with scalding water. I look closely at myself again. Should I grow my hair out a little and try a Faux Hawk? Should I wear cologne? Should I go metrosexual? Nah, I'll stick with hot jock boy. It seems to work for me and it sure seems to work for Luke. I've never even liked cologne. I don't want to smell like something fake. My favorite scent is the intoxicating combo of a clean-smelling soap and... Luke. I guess that's why that smell drives me so crazy. I hope he doesn't start wearing cologne.

I'm really going to have to keep my mouth fresh, too. I haven't given it much thought, but what if I have a big hunk of food stuck in my teeth when we're making out? That's so gross! I should probably floss after every meal. Plus, I think I'll go buy some of those mini toothbrushes with the bead of mouthwash in them and keep them in my car. Ok, enough obsessing... off to bed.

I try to close my eyes, but I'm tossing and turning again, just like last night. I'm half-hard, just from thinking about our phone conversation earlier. I wonder if Luke's tossing and turning, thinking about me. I know I'm not going to be able to sleep like this, so I think I'll have to rub one more out real quick with my new uploads. It just takes me a minute or two to cum again, and I finally pass out.

The alarm clock wakes me out of a deep coma and I'm relieved when I realize I have gotten a good night's sleep. At least I won't go through the school day sleepy and horny again. It will probably be just horny.

The school day is long and uneventful, except for our texts. I just love the fact that Luke is thinking about me all day. It makes me feel all warm and tingly, and this time, I'm able to make it through the day without crying… well, almost.

I don't see Luke at all at school. I don't want people to suspect anything if we keep meeting between 3^rd and 4^th periods. Still, I feel like I'm going through withdrawal. I need Luke all evening and all night… and all weekend. Shit… I need to get out of dinner at home. I call my mom between classes and get permission to miss dinner, and my heart starts to race. Somehow, I make it through Geometry, gym, lunch and American History. Stupid history is the worst. I wish I had it first period because it drags way too much as my last class of the day.

I finally get out to the parking lot to see Luke leaning up against my car again. I try not to smile too much.

"What up?" I take the casual route, at least until we're in the car. We jump in and my tires squeal as I back out a little too fast.

"A little," I say through a big smile. Luke leans over quickly and plants a kiss on my lips as soon as we're out of the parking lot and out of sight.

"I miss you so fuckin' much at school. We need to have some classes together next year so at least I can stare at you when I space out." His arm-stroking is driving me crazy. I'm about to drive off the road.

"If we have classes together, people might suspect something when I sit in your lap."

"Yeah, that and when I start making out with you during the pledge," he pauses and smiles as he imagines the scene. "At least, let's have gym and lunch together next year."

"That's probably doable," I say. I've never had gym with him before, as I was too nervous to be around him while undressing. That's not a problem anymore.

"I can't believe we have a whole weekend in front of us," Luke grabs me by the shoulder and shakes me.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it a lot. So we're gonna do the kissing till we cum thing first. Do you have any other ideas?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Dude, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna be sucking A LOT of dick." He twitches his eyebrows.

We pull up to his apartment complex and we see Denise's car in her parking spot. We both groan as we remember that she always gets home early on Fridays unless she's in court.

"How 'bout this?" I say as I park. "Let's go for a run, then we can make dinner. I feel like I should do some stuff to thank your mom. We can do grilled chicken with salsa, brown rice and a veggie."

"Ok, sounds good." He goes to check the mail. " YES! " He shouts out as he rifles through the envelopes.

"I ordered a zombie movie from Netflix and it came today. I didn't think it would come till tomorrow."

"Zombies?" I'm not a fan of horror movies. I especially don't want to jump at the scary parts in front of Luke. I'd look like such a dork.

"Think about it, dude. We put the movie on after dinner. My mom gets scared and goes to bed…," he bites his lip and smiles.

"I have great inspiration." We run up the stairs to his apartment and bust in the front door. Denise is in her favorite recliner sipping a glass of wine. "Once she goes to bed, we can try our little experiment."

"Hang on, mom," Luke grabs me from behind and pulls me in for an embrace. "It's been a really long, boring day and I just really need to kiss my boyfriend right now." I start to giggle as our lips meet. I'm not really comfortable kissing Luke in front of his mom, but I want this kiss as bad as he does. I put my arms around Luke and try to keep the kiss as loving and affectionate as possible without any boner grinding. After a few seconds, Luke seems to lose himself in the kiss as he digs his tongue deeper into my mouth and begins to moan. I giggle again and reluctantly pull back. Luke has the sex look plastered all over his face, and I nervously give him another peck on the lips, one on the cheek and one more on the ear before breaking away from his embrace.

"Hi, Denise." My entire face is flushed with pulsing flames of having kissed Luke in front of another person for the first time.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Garrett. You two make an adorable couple," she laughs.

"If I'm not cooking, I don't care! I mean, anything you fix will be fine," she smiles.

We head into Luke's room to change into our workout gear. He starts doing a striptease for me as he takes off his school clothes.

"Cut it out, dude. I don't want my boner to be bouncing all over the place on our run."

Our usual running route is around a golf course near his apartment complex. It's about five miles in total, running all the way around the edge of the course and back to his complex. It's actually pretty private unless someone happens to be driving down the road or playing the hole that we're running beside. Running is much harder on me. Luke could probably run a marathon without stopping, and his longer legs make him exert much less energy. I really have to work hard to keep up with him. I usually can't run the whole route without resting.

We go outside and start stretching. I have to try not to look at him because he'll take any opportunity to try to make me horny. We finally start jogging towards the golf course.

"I like girls, but not in that way. I'm not curious or confused. I think that's a cop-out or a rationalization for people who aren't ready to admit to themselves that they're gay. I also don't really believe in bisexuality. I guess someone that is completely sexually liberated could climax with a person of the sex that they're not attracted to and call themselves 'bi'... I would think that would involve lots of oral sex and imagination. I believe you have to be either one way or the other." He pauses for a minute and I become nervous.

"Yeah, I think I agree with you on that one. I always thought I would try it with a girl once to convince myself. I mean, I'm so fuckin' horny all the time, I think I could climax with a girl… but after being with you, I know that no girl could make me feel the way I feel with you. There'd be no point."

"Nah. I knew nothing would happen and I'd just humiliate myself and probably… out myself. I wouldn't even know what to do."

"Yeah, I guess I wouldn't either. I don't get the whole thing about tits." He sarcastically pretends like he's honking a pair. "They're just sacks of fat growing out of their chest. I prefer a hard muscle." He reaches over and rubs my chest. I speed up to get out of his reach.

"Yeah, I could manage with the tits. It's the pussy I couldn't handle. I think I might barf," we laugh.

"Yeah, how are you supposed to keep your dick hard sticking it in something like that?"

"I'm so happy to hear you say that. If you ever dumped me for a girl, I don't think I'd be able to go on." He catches up to me and pinches my butt. "Quit, man!" I have to speed up again.

"I think I've just invented a fun little game. When I catch you, I'm going to have to molest you a little," he chuckles through his panting.

We're at the perimeter of the golf course now. There won't be many cars driving up this road, as no one is going to start playing golf at this time of day. We just have to look out for people leaving and people already on the course.

"I'm coming up behind youuuuu," he teases. He could easily overtake me whenever he wants. It's going to be very difficult for me to remain just ahead of him all the way home. I notice there's no one around. I fake exhaustion and pull up to a stop to see what he's going to do. He quickly comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my chest and starts kissing the back of my neck. I can smell his sweaty hair and pits, and my dick responds immediately.

I break away before things go too far and he follows with a mischievous laugh. I have to do something to counter his little game. I look up ahead and see a perfect spot. Luke and I have played this course before; we're running beside the 4^th hole. There's a big bush up next to the road on the down-slope of a hill off the side of the fairway. If I get behind this bush, no one could see us from the road and no one could see us from the fairway unless they hit their ball right over there. I run over behind the bush and lay down on the ground. I look up at him with an inviting smile as he quickly catches up.

"Hell yeah!" he pants as he lowers his body down right over mine and we start making out on the grass. I quickly shove my hand down his shorts and start jacking his dick as I slurp his tongue with my mouth. It doesn't take long before he's rock hard, and I immediately throw him off and jump up.

"See what you get?" I shout over my shoulder as I bolt away. I look back at him seeing his dick flopping around as he runs to catch up. He has to stop to readjust it. I pull my shorts down a little so that the waistband firmly secures my dick. I'm about a hundred feet ahead of him now and keep running. He has to keep stopping to readjust and my lead is starting to lengthen. I can hear his laughing and panting grow quieter. My heart is really pounding and the adrenalin is pumping as I know I've beaten him this time. I run all the way back to his apartment easily without resting. I stop by his stairs, make a casual pose and look at my watch as he finally runs up. He's still flopping around in his shorts.

"What, you can dish it out, but you can't take it?" we both chuckle and try to catch our breath, walking up the stairs to his front door.

We take off our shoes and carry them in. I can really smell his feet now, too... so sexy. When the air conditioning hits me as I enter his apartment, I realize how sweaty I am and how hot it was outside.

"Hey, mom. We need to take a shower before we start dinner. Poor little Garrett is totally exhausted, so I'd better go in there with him to make sure he doesn't pass out and bump his little head on the tub." Denise and I both laugh.

"Yeah, whatever," she says without looking up from her magazine. "Just remember that you're supposed to feed me dinner."

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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story

by Joe L

Chapter 9